The child who had been bombed before, he was still holding a firecracker in his hand, obviously he was inexperienced, and he was caught in a panic.

The village chief, who came quickly, looked at the scene in front of him and shouted in disbelief: "Big head? You just got blown up by firecrackers two days ago, what's wrong? ……”

I listened to his words, my pupils shrank, and I realized in horror that the person who Zhao Rui fried was actually the big head!

The Dream Eater Tapir once told me that the big head is the king of children, how could it be him?

The big head was pressed to the ground by several villagers, his expression distorted, and his eyes were full of resentment and fear.

His eyes were almost popping out of his sockets, his nose was wrinkled, his mouth was wide open, and he roared, "It's him! He blew me up first! ”

The villagers whispered, their faces filled with doubt and fear.

"Big head, are you alright?"

"How did it suddenly become like this?"

"I think he was fooled by Zhao Rui's kid."

"Isn't it, looking at him like this, it's like being tricked."

"Could he ...... Did he fall into evil? ”

The people's voices were full of doubt and fear, and they felt strange and terrible like never before about this mischievous child.

The expression on the big head's face was hideous and fierce, his eyes were red, as if he had been stained with blood, and his eyes were crazy and cold, like a beast that had been cornered, ready to fight back at any time.

His lips were pursed, his teeth were clenched, and he screamed with all his might, the sound echoing through the night, chilling his heart.

Datou's parents came, and they turned pale and asked Datou angrily: "Where did the firecrackers come from?" The rattan in his father's hand hit the big head hard, and the mother scolded while beating, and tears flowed to the ground.

The big head cried out in pain, tears mixed with snot, sliding down his cheeks, and finally he broke into laughter, choked up and said, "It's Zhao Rui!" Zhao Rui gave it to me! ”

Like lit torches, the villagers walked to the door of Zhao Rui's house with shovels in a fierce manner, and they asked Zhao Rui's parents to come out and give them an explanation.

Zhao Rui's father walked out of the house, his figure thin and his face rough.

The brown skin was covered with the marks of time, and the wrinkles were like ravines in the fields. His hands, rough and shriveled, resembled dead wood.

His eyes, empty and pitiful, seemed to have seen through the prosperity of the world. His figure was like a waist bent by the years, rickety and tired.

Zhao Rui's mother walked out and stood behind him, her body was thin, like a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

There was a deep scar on her face, and there was a trace of blood on the scar, as if it was a scar left by time. Her hair, as white as snow, was tied up at the back of her head, and she looked extremely old.

Her gaze, looking at the group of menacing villagers, showed a trace of helplessness and anger.

Looking at their appearance, I instantly knew that they were my parents.

Not because I remember their faces, but because I remember their love, their taste, which is the taste of mother's love and father's love.

I stood still, my heart filled with grief and anger.

I roared like an enraged lion, and my body, like a sharp sword, rushed straight at the strange old man.

He was knocked to the ground by me, his face twisted instantly, and he gritted his teeth, but he didn't make a sound.

Villagers gathered at the door of Zhao Rui's parents, their faces full of anger and doubt.

"Where is Zhao Rui?"

"Where did the firecrackers come from?"

"Why bully the big head?"

"Why are you instigating the big head to blow up others?"

A series of questions, like a sharp sword, stabbed straight at Zhao Rui's parents.

Zhao Rui's father bent over and faced the villagers' questions, his language was simple but resolute: "I don't know. ”

Zhao Rui's mother stood behind him, her eyes full of anger and helplessness. She looked at the villagers and silently protested.

"The person who is evil is actually Zhao Rui, right?" A bold villager made this guess, and as soon as his voice fell, the crowd around him instantly fell silent.

All signs pointed to Zhao Rui, but they all knew that this speculation was too absurd and terrifying.

They looked at Zhao Rui's parents in fear, waiting for their answer.

Zhao Rui's parents raised their heads at the same time, their eyes full of doubt and uneasiness.

They couldn't have believed that their son would do such a thing.

Zhao Rui's parents turned red, obviously angry.

There was a burning fire in their eyes, as if they wanted to burn everything.

"You're all talking nonsense!" Zhao Rui's father yelled viciously, "How could my son do such a thing!" ”

Zhao Rui's mother shook her head frequently and kept retorting: "You are all talking nonsense!" Zhao Rui can't be that kind of person! ”

Zhao Rui's father was holding a shovel in his hand, which had been used for many years, rusty, and the color was no longer the original bright silver, but brown.

The shape of the shovel is no longer regular, and the corners have been rounded, proving its age.

He wielded a shovel like a wolf cornered, ready to strike at any moment.

His gaze was full of determination and wildness, as if at a critical moment of life and death.

Zhao Rui's mother rushed forward, her eyes full of fearlessness and determination, her hands waving, as if she was going to fight to the death with the villagers.

The backs of the two of them seemed so lonely, they seemed to have prepared for the worst and were ready to fight against the water.

In an instant, the night in the village became more intense.

Zhao Rui's father brandished a shovel like a wild beast and attacked the villagers. he

The action hit the villagers hard, making a dull sound.

Zhao Rui's mother threw her fist directly into the villagers' faces, leaving them stunned.

The shouts of the two of them resounded in the night sky of the village, and their voices were full of anger and sadness.

Their faces were full of fanatical determination, and their eyes were full of crazy determination.

Their figures, like flames burning in the night, are firm and fanatical.

Although Zhao Rui's parents tried their best to resist, they were always unable to resist the offensive of many villagers. Their faces were full of exhaustion and helplessness, and they were finally pressed to the ground by the villagers.

"Ari! Come on! Zhao Rui's mother shouted loudly. Her voice was filled with desperation and pleading, as if she was exerting all her strength.

However, as soon as Zhao Rui ran two steps, he was instantly caught by several villagers.

He was pinned to the ground by the villagers, and a trace of fear and despair crossed his face.